Sunder just watched her for a long moment, after she finished. He had no idea what half of the references she was using were- undoubtedly something from her end of the world- and he had no doubt taht they [i]were[/i] references. Nonetheless, they didn't matter.

	Holding up his hand, he mentally activated a simple light spell. Obediently, a ball of cozy, warm light flashed into existence about six inches above his palm, soft and hovering slightly from side to side. 

	"If you trained your entire life in something, and then went on to research it even more, you would know what it's all about, don't you think? I have been trained in magic since I was a child, and I have been studying it my entire life. I guarantee you, I do not lie. You are simply uneducated in its ways. So if you'd like to continue being... disrespectful, you may go ahead, but if you annoy me, I'll probably just freeze you and you'll forever be a statue in my dining hall. Every magician I know would've already punished you for your disrespect- so I suggest that you do not continue testing my patience. There are worse punishments to be given."

	He waited a moment, hoping the girl would let some common sense seep into her head, before continuing.

	"And Whitehall [i]can[/i] fix your inability to use your magic. I don't know where you came from, but from how distrusting, suspicious, and hostile you are, naturally, automatically, I don't believe it was very good. You've got a chance to get a completely new start here, Jazelle. Maybe you should consider making the best of it. Do you have a decision ready now, or do you want to sleep on it?"

	Sunder waited for Sanders to say something. Her hostility would bother him more if it was intentional; how she simply reacted with it rather than with any conscious decision was enough for him to shrug it aside in indifference.